Merle, silent, dazed, meek, did as he was directed.
"Now take your back swing slower.

You've been going up too quick--go up slow--stay there! Wait--bend that left wrist under your club--not out but under--here"-- he adjusted the limp wrist.

"Now keep your weight on the left foot and come down easy.

Don't try to knock the ball a mile--it can't be done.

Now up again and swing--easy!" Merle swung and the topped ball went a dozen feet.
"There, now I suppose you're satisfied!" he said, sulkily, but his instructor was not, it seemed, satisfied.
"Don't be silly! You lifted your head.